Evergreen Grotto

[Intro]
(Distorted sleigh bells ringing slowly, heavy rain and wind sound effects, low tape hiss)
(Aggressive 808 sub-bass swells up)
Yeah... Tacoma, Seattle, down to the Valley...
You thought this North Pole shit was sweet?
Out here in the Pacific Northwest timber, Santa don't deliver toys.
He delivers consequences.
Welcome to the Evergreen Grotto, bitch!!
(Deep low-pitched voice whisper) Ho... ho... ho...
(HARD RIDDIM BASS DROP / VOMITSTEP SYNTH SCREECH)
[Verse 1]
(Fast, aggressive 90s creep flow over punchy trap-riddim drums)
Sliding down the chimney with a sack full of lead,
Red suit stained with the blood of the dead.
Evergreen needles in the tread of my boots,
Straight out the timber, taking all of your loots.
Got a reindeer squad that'll stomp on your crew,
Blitzen and Dasher bringing malice to you.
Forget a gingerbread man, I'm a monster unleashed,
Serving up cold revenge for the holiday feast.
Got the 206 grit with an evil-ass twist,
Sharp-edge icicle slicing your wrist.
No milk, no cookies, just a pipe full of ash,
Break through your window, stomp through your stash!
[Chorus]
(Brutal Vomitstep Drop with heavy growling bass synths and metallic riddim clangs)
WELCOME TO THE EVERGREEN GROTTO BITCH!
(Screeching Riddim Synth FX)
BAD KIDS DYIN', THAT'S THE ONLY MOTTO!
(Sub-bass impact)
Naughty list, nice list, put 'em in the dirt,
Kringle in the fog putting in that street work!
WELCOME TO THE EVER-GREEN GROTTO BITCH!
(Harsh industrial bass tear)
LEAVE YOUR HEAD SPINNIN' LIKE A BITCH!
[Verse 2]
(Flow accelerates into a rapid chopper style, synced with skittering hi-hats)
Frostbite flow when I step on the mic,
St. Nick with a shiv, creepin' through the night.
North Pole trap house hidden in the pine,
Selling dark energy down the state line.
Elves in the basement sharpening the blades,
Making sick tracks for the horrorcore raids.
Coal in your chest where your heart used to beat,
Red snow falling on the cold city street.
I'm the king of the northwest, master of the sound,
Drilling basslines six feet under the ground.
Riddim screech biting like an arctic wind,
Punishing the fake for every single sin!
[Bridge]
(Beat cuts out entirely. Heavy wind howling, slow detuned music-box lullaby playing, heavy footsteps on snow)
(Vocal delivered in an intimate, gravelly OG whisper close to the mic)
He sees you when you're sleeping...
He knows when you're awake...
He knows if you've been bad or good...
So run... for goodness sake.
(Massive riser synth builds up with speeding snare roll)
ONE, TWO, THREE—DROP IT!
[Chorus / Main Dubstep Drop]
(Full chaos: Vomitstep bass growls, riddim chops, distorted gangsta rap ad-libs)
WELCOME TO THE EVERGREEN GROTTO BITCH!
(Vomitstep Synth Tear)
BAD KIDS DYIN', THAT'S THE ONLY MOTTO!
(Heavy 808 Slam)
Kringle in the fog putting in that street work!
[Outro]
(Evil warped laugh, pitched down octave)
Merry Christmas to all...
And to all a dark night.
(Distorted sleigh bells fade out with rain sounds and heavy sub-bass hum)

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[Intro] (Distorted sleigh bells ringing slowly, heavy rain and wind sound effects, low tape hiss) (Aggressive 808 sub-bass swells up) Yeah... Tacoma, Seattle, down to the Valley... You thought this North Pole shit was sweet? Out here in the Pacific Northwest timber, Santa don't deliver toys. He delivers consequences. Welcome to the Evergreen Grotto, bitch!! (Deep low-pitched voice whisper) Ho... ho... ho... (HARD RIDDIM BASS DROP / VOMITSTEP SYNTH SCREECH) [Verse 1] (Fast, aggressive 90s creep flow over punchy trap-riddim drums) Sliding down the chimney with a sack full of lead, Red suit stained with the blood of the dead. Evergreen needles in the tread of my boots, Straight out the timber, taking all of your loots. Got a reindeer squad that'll stomp on your crew, Blitzen and Dasher bringing malice to you. Forget a gingerbread man, I'm a monster unleashed, Serving up cold revenge for the holiday feast. Got the 206 grit with an evil-ass twist, Sharp-edge icicle slicing your wrist. No milk, no cookies, just a pipe full of ash, Break through your window, stomp through your stash! [Chorus] (Brutal Vomitstep Drop with heavy growling bass synths and metallic riddim clangs) WELCOME TO THE EVERGREEN GROTTO BITCH! (Screeching Riddim Synth FX) BAD KIDS DYIN', THAT'S THE ONLY MOTTO! (Sub-bass impact) Naughty list, nice list, put 'em in the dirt, Kringle in the fog putting in that street work! WELCOME TO THE EVER-GREEN GROTTO BITCH! (Harsh industrial bass tear) LEAVE YOUR HEAD SPINNIN' LIKE A BITCH! [Verse 2] (Flow accelerates into a rapid chopper style, synced with skittering hi-hats) Frostbite flow when I step on the mic, St. Nick with a shiv, creepin' through the night. North Pole trap house hidden in the pine, Selling dark energy down the state line. Elves in the basement sharpening the blades, Making sick tracks for the horrorcore raids. Coal in your chest where your heart used to beat, Red snow falling on the cold city street. I'm the king of the northwest, master of the sound, Drilling basslines six feet under the ground. Riddim screech biting like an arctic wind, Punishing the fake for every single sin! [Bridge] (Beat cuts out entirely. Heavy wind howling, slow detuned music-box lullaby playing, heavy footsteps on snow) (Vocal delivered in an intimate, gravelly OG whisper close to the mic) He sees you when you're sleeping... He knows when you're awake... He knows if you've been bad or good... So run... for goodness sake. (Massive riser synth builds up with speeding snare roll) ONE, TWO, THREE—DROP IT! [Chorus / Main Dubstep Drop] (Full chaos: Vomitstep bass growls, riddim chops, distorted gangsta rap ad-libs) WELCOME TO THE EVERGREEN GROTTO BITCH! (Vomitstep Synth Tear) BAD KIDS DYIN', THAT'S THE ONLY MOTTO! (Heavy 808 Slam) Kringle in the fog putting in that street work! [Outro] (Evil warped laugh, pitched down octave) Merry Christmas to all... And to all a dark night. (Distorted sleigh bells fade out with rain sounds and heavy sub-bass hum)

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